Okay, so when I landed back home after my years of travel I benefited from a regiment of strict diet and exercise. Well, at least I was solid of the exercise part. I ran 3-4 times a week and lifted twice a week. I was not ripped to shreds, but I was working my lean out.
So what happens when the routine is interrupted by coming back home and a sudden increase in eating out (drinking mostly) and a sudden reduction of exercise. I will tell you what happens - Rob gets FAT! Rob is not happy with this at all and is searching reverently for someone to blame this sudden weight gain upon.
I tipped the scale just this morning 15 pounds heavier than when I arrived in this beer-swilling city. Wha-happened? Better yet, wha-ma-gonna-do-nah to shed this new found blubber?
Dumb ass me purchased brand new scrubs that are on the snug side in efforts to showcase my hard work that I put in on the road. Now those new scrubs reflect my recent ingestion of adult beverages and my fondness of all things covered in cheese.
So, now I have to admit that I am a fat slob and set the coarse right. I am going to begin April first to regain my svelte-ness and try to turn that keg-gut back into 6-pack (yea right).
I think as it warms up I will be able to shed these pounds and find the motivation to say no to all those tasty and delicious foods.
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